Jonah Simms Novels & Stories

Jon is looking at Isaac, Isaac is staring at the duvet. "Oh, he doesn't know?" "No, and he wouldn't care," Jon says, still watching Isaac. Isaac only shakes his head. "Whenever you're ready," Jon tells him. I feel like an intruder on some private conversation. The door is pushed open and Simon comes into the room. He grins widely when he sees me. "Oh, you're here. So, what the fúck did you do this time?" * *** "You know those people can check whether you're a virgin or not."

“Of course, I am in. I am going to talk to my pack and if anyone dares to oppose, heh!” “Don’t do anything stupid!” Tom warned in a low voice. “What stupid thing can I do? I will just teach them a little lesson!” “Okay. Let us continue to spread the gospel. If we mobilize more and our campaign becomes successful, I can assure you that we will become the biggest benefactors.” “Hey bro, the next time you are going to meet Ashton, can I tag along?” Jovan asked with sparkling eyes. You could tell just how excited he was from his expression.

Lena Davis did not speak about stock prices; she spoke about souls. Jonah sat on a stiff leather sofa, bouncing his knee. He was wearing a navy pinstripe suit professionally fitted by Clarkson's tailor, but he felt like an imposter, the fabric an extraterrestrial skin. "I'm going to be sick," he muttered, looking at his own picture staring back at him from the black screen of the wall television.

I asked and he smiled nodding his head "Yes. Jonah was put in an induced coma for a few months until his injuries healed and once he was fully recovered he woke up on his own. You might have seen him around. He's the one with the tattoos and piercings. He's got scars from the attacks fue to the deep wounds he sustained from the attack. He'a one of the head warriors of the pack" he replied and I nodded because I've seen a guy with long brunette hair covered in tattoos with scars all over.

He asks, shock evident in his voice. I let out a deep breath. “Simon just know that I do. Don’t ever question me again. Anyways, you can remorse about Miller leaving after you send me the picture and description. Remember two minutes.” I say ending the call. Within two minutes I have Miller’s picture with me. According to Simon he’s a 5ft 6 inch Caucasian male in his late twenties who weighs about 205 pounds. He has dark brown eyes and dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. He has a tattoo of a bird on the inside of his right middle finger and his full name is Joshua Miller.

Simon replied calmly, "No wonder Laura doesn't like you. You're too immature." "You!" Jonah felt like the unluckiest man right now. Falling for Laura and being rejected was bad enough, but Simon was also humiliating him now. Jonah had always been proud of himself. He skipped grades in school, scored first in his college entrance exams, pursued a master's program at Haven University, and eventually stayed as a professor. Simon was the first person to call him immature!

I politely told her, walking away "Dude, I told you am not coming" I protested "Nope that's not it, It Caroline, I think she's about to go into labor," Simon said, his voice full of concern "What do you mean, she is about to go into labor, where the fuck are you Simon" I questioned "Am in Hawaii" Simon said

Rushing towards them, she enveloped them in a tight embrace, feeling the weight of their journey and the magnitude of this moment. "Mama, Papa," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I can't believe this is happening." Her parents held her tightly, their pride evident in their tear-filled eyes. "We thank God for all this, Boma," her father said, his voice trembling with emotion. Donovan's family stood nearby, exchanging polite greetings. Ronald was there, playing nice but beneath the surface, tension simmered—a silent understanding shared between Donovan, Boma and Ronald. The ceremony began, and Boma found herself captivated by the solemnity of the moment as the new Permanent Secret

I lift my chin and stride ahead of him toward the receiving room doors. I skid to a stop when I see Jonah is already inside. He’s not dressed to meet royalty. He’s barely dressed to go grocery shopping without getting arrested for public intoxication. Ripped jeans, a wrinkled, over-washed gray t-shirt with a long drip of what looks suspiciously like ketchup down the front, and sunglasses inexplicably on the back of his head all combine into an ensemble that answers any questions I might have had about his daytime life. And raised other questions I wish I didn’t have.“Nice place,” he says, pointed to the frescoed ceiling. “Now, I feel like kind of a dick for not springing for a hotel room, at

Joshua said again. “Then why did you ask me to meet you today? Will you continue our plan as your original identity Joshua Denmark, or...” Simon’s eyes turned cold, “have a life-or-death fight with me as the son of Ted King?”